August 16th.
On the west side of the Gondola Mountain Range, the Tasman Kingdom had begun a serious discussion about this "unsuccessful" invasion. The result was obvious … Augustine, who had been suppressed by the parliament, had finally regained his right to speak.
"Although I have warned you … that there are too many flaws in the plague formula and that it is not suitable to act immediately, it is not appropriate to say that now — the truth is right before our eyes, we must face this failure and make the next move."
In the silent hall, Augustine looked at the gloomy old men in front of him and sat calmly on the throne made of bones.
"Because of your recklessness, the Kingdom of Karen no longer has the possibility of 'cooperation' with us. In other words … the plan that I have spent decades to numb them has been ruined by you."
He looked at the nobles in front of the throne who had been talking incessantly but were now silent. "Everyone, now that you have realized what you have done, do you have the time to listen to my thoughts?"
*****
Just as the Undead Kingdom was thinking of a new strategy, on the grasslands north of Tasman, a group of Wolf Riders galloped past.
The rain poured down and lightning flashed. The leader of the cavalry was the hammer-wielding Orc Rohar. As a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, he roared angrily and led the hundreds of troops behind him to charge forward.
His team only had a total of twenty or so Wolf Riders, and the rest were over a hundred foot soldiers armed with crude weapons. These Orcs had no formation to speak of. They ran forward desperately under the command of their chief, but because the rain was too heavy, they could not even determine the exact position of the enemy.
The muffled thunder above their heads caused the ground to tremble. The Wolf Riders, who had already crossed the grassy slope, quickly heard the sounds of battle. The infantry behind them followed closely, ready to fight to the death. But just as they climbed over the low slope, they found that the battle in front of them … had already been decided.
In front of them was a phalanx of more than three hundred Orc infantry soldiers.
When Chief Rohar's team rushed into the phalanx, they were like moths flying into a bonfire. They were almost instantly drowned out …
Then, like a meat grinder, this steel-like force continued forward, mercilessly crushing all the Orcs in front of them.
Ten minutes later, the battle ended without any suspense.
The animal skin flag representing the Hammer of Rohar fell to the ground. Rainwater mixed with blood seeped into the ground, watering the barbaric and bloody battlefield.
The Orc army began to regroup and move forward, stepping on the corpses of the warriors of the Hammer of Lohar. They were like a cold beast, crushing all resistance and quickly devouring the resources and population of the clans …
"Sauron … You traitor!"
Rohar, who was covered in wounds, was held up by two soldiers, but when he looked at the leader of the squad, he could not help but shout.
"Traitor? You listened to slander and tried to kill me time and time again. Do you think I have to obediently walk into your trap to be loyal? "
Facing his former chieftain, Sauron's eyes were full of disgust. Ever since he returned to the Orc Kingdom, he had suffered under Rohar's hands for the past six months, and Rohar's increasingly arrogant attitude had finally made him unable to tolerate it, and he had chosen to "establish his own tribe".
"We are wolves, we have claws, we … are not sheep reared in the grasslands!"
Sauron raised his hammer and smashed Rohar's chest. "And your stupidity can only stop here."
"Move on."
Sauron was naked in the heavy rain, and looked to the far east … That was where he would attack one day.
*****
On the 18th of August, in the forest in the north of the Kingdom of Karen, a battle broke out quietly.
The entire forest was shaking, and a large number of birds were startled. Without any warning, a great fire ignited in the forest. The incandescent light and impact burst out in waves, and was soon completely enveloped by a purplish black barrier, which forcefully suppressed it.
The battle lasted for nearly half an hour, and the two sides even fought from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top. Finally, a dragon's roar resounded on the snowy mountain peak. The two dragons finally reverted to their original forms and began a bloody battle. Taking advantage of the scarcity of fire elemental energy on the mountain, the dragon that used shadow elemental attacks finally gained the upper hand. Seizing the opportunity, the dragon bit off the other's neck.
"Crack!"
The red dragon finally stopped struggling, and then her whole body began to burn. Merinsera released her bite, took a few steps back, and transformed into her human form in a flash of purple light.
She panted heavily, and then quickly stood up. She raised her hand and cast "Curtain of Shadow" to cover the burning corpse, and walked away …
Merinsera's personality was not originally cold. When she was young, she liked to immerse herself in her father's large library and read a lot of books. She also liked to visit famous mountains and beautiful sceneries with her siblings. She even transformed into a human and mingled in various countries to experience the life of a "mortal" …
As a dragon, the nobility of their birth meant that they had more choices than mortals: powerful strength, super long lifespan, superb magic talent. As long as they wanted to do something, there were very few things in this world that Dragons could not do.
But for Merinsera, she no longer had a choice.
She had escaped from a situation where she was doomed to die, and she had killed three dragons while being chased … Such a feat could be considered a "miracle", but such an impressive feat was meaningless in her eyes.
The reality in front of her was too cruel. The relentless pursuit made Merinthra feel that her life was even worse than that of an ordinary farmer. At least a farmer could choose to farm or rest, but as a member of the dragon race, she couldn't stop running for her life.
She might have been lucky to kill them once or twice, but what if she couldn't defeat them the next time?
Her thin clothes fluttered in the cold wind, and Merinsera, who was walking in the snow, stopped. Her pale face showed undisguised fatigue.
"Where should I go next?"
She looked up and didn't know who to ask. All her friends and relatives were dead, and the rest were basically her enemies. If there was an exception … the only person Merinsera could think of was the human she met in the Silent Forest.
But he was just a mortal.
She sighed and didn't take Roddy seriously. Instead, she started to think about the path she should take next.
She looked to the south. There was probably no place for her in the Kingdom of Karen. Merinsera thought for a while, and then turned her gaze to the north of the snowy mountains. What was on this cold, frozen land behind the wind, snow, and white fog?
She recalled the books she had read and suddenly remembered a name that had disappeared from the human world for a long time.
"Solomon … 'Elemental King' Solomon."
Her eyes suddenly locked on a certain area in the vast North, and Merinsera frowned slightly. That place was indeed a place where she could hide from her enemies, and it was even said that there was a "Divine Artifact" there. If she could find it, maybe she could really embark on the path of revenge …
But risk and opportunity coexisted. Merinsera also remembered that the area that only existed in books had been explored by many people since 600 to 700 years ago, but until now, no one had returned alive.
She had read this information in her father's book collection, so there was no doubt about its authenticity. But … should she take the risk?
She didn't hesitate for too long. When the shadow screen behind her disappeared, revealing the charred remains of the fire dragon, Merinsera already knew her choice.
*****
"Solomon … I've never heard of this name."
In the drizzling rain, Chief Brudy answered Roddy's question, and then asked, "Do you mean the Arcanist of the High Elves?"
"He's not an Arcanist."
Roddy shook his head. "I only thought of asking because I saw this name. There might be some clues in Elsen City. I'll go back and look for it."
After saying this, he picked up a white dragon tooth on the table and asked, "Is it going well?"
"To be honest, it's a little difficult. I specially asked Henry to bring a batch of knives to the village, but the consumption is still a little fast …" He looked around and said in a low voice, "The dragon scales are too tough. The parts on the body are easy to deal with, but the limbs and tail … are really difficult to deal with."
"It's fine as long as it's not impossible."
Roddy chatted for a while more, then stood up and said, "My team will leave in about a week, maybe next year … Uh, I still have to remind you to remember the arrangements I mentioned just now."
"Stockpile rations and keep out the cold. I won't forget, don't worry."
"That's good."
After leaving Brudy's wooden villa, Roddy returned to his wooden house in the drizzle. When he opened the door, he saw Akasha studying divine spells, so he took off his coat and came to the desk. He used a quill to draw a line on the parchment.
This meant that he had completed another task before leaving.
Originally, going to the Deathword Canyon was just a mission to "receive the reward", and he could even complete it alone. However, after careful consideration, Roddy gradually expanded the itinerary on the paper, and expanded the number of people on this trip to a hundred.
He glanced at the parchment and confirmed the goals of this trip. He said in a low voice, "King Solomon's treasure … This place hasn't been touched for seven or eight hundred years. It should be no different from what I remember."
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